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OBLIVIATE;
Muse
Specs
Way Out
Credits
Dashboard
Matters of the heart.
Wednesday, September 24, 20148:57 PM


What I regret the most is that when we first begun and I was quite certain you were the one, I spent a lot of time thinking about how we would be in the future and I had so many dreams about what we could be. But sometimes when things go wrong, I have these good and happy endings that keep me from going insane and they keep me grounded because great things never come easy and I'm willing to fight through bad moments to see the good. But I guess these dreams and fantasies are part of what's making it so painful in the process of hurting because they keep me in denial that things will work out the way I want them to. When the day comes that we both decide to give up, I'm not sure how much you'd cry and mourn over a love that has died but I know what will break me most are the memories and the illusive future I've built over a short span of time. So beautiful, yet so fleeting. 

I am very afraid because I don't think I'll ever recover if everything fails. This is how bad it gets.